The hand that just peed.
It trembled slightly.
The old Daoist priest was now very regretful that he had skipped work to come out for a drink. Wasn't it a very noble career to stay in the bookstore and serve the ghosts wholeheartedly?
Drink what wine!
The old Daoist priest was not an ordinary person. Although he could not compare to Xu Qinglang and did not have any Daoist spells at all and was just a charlatan who only ate and drank, he had served two generations of "ghosts" after all. He still had a good eye for things and had seen many strange things.
The layer of fluorescent light on the intern's teeth was like the smile of a devil in the night. It made one panic. The faucet that had just been filled with water seemed to have been turned on again. If one was not careful, it might drip.
The old Daoist priest had asked him to sprinkle the fluorescent powder on the body earlier, and the intern doctor had answered that he had done it.
